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DOPE
MENACE
DOPE
MENACE
The Sensational World
of Drug Paperbacks
1900–1975
BY Stephen J. Gertz
illustration by Carlene Schnabel after illustration by Alexander King
from black opium • And/Or Press — Ludlow Hip Pocket 7415 • 1974
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“…the mind-opening substances…are available
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What a widespread menace!”
Timothy Leary
Richard Alpert [Ram Dass]
The Politics of Consciousness Expansion
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This Book Is for “Adults of Low Ethical Standards.”..................................6
Dope Noir.............................................................................................. 64
Juvenile Delinquents on Dope................................................................90
Beatniks, Bebop, Boo ‘n Charge............................................................ 112
Peace, Love, LSD, etc............................................................................ 134
Sex, Drugs, Rock ‘n Read.......................................................................160
The International Trade........................................................................ 184
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This Book Is for
“Adults of Low
Ethical Standards.”
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n 1952, Congressman Ezekiel C. Gathings (D-Arkansas) convened a House
Select Committee to investigate the proliferation of literature he considered
a pox on contemporary American society, taking particular aim at
paperback books which he believed were specifically marketed to the above
demographic group.
Attacking “the so-called pocket-size books, which originally started
out as cheap reprints of standard works, [but which] have largely degenerated into
media for the dissemination of appeals to sensuality, immorality, filth, perversion,
and degeneracy,”2 the Committee devoted much of its attention to paperbacks that
contained the use of illegal drugs as thematic material.
Welcome to that world, a universe of paperback books — mass-market-sized,
larger digest and trade-paper format — that because of their dramatically high print
runs and broad distribution into multi-various retail outlets, exposed Americans to
drugs and drug use in a far more influential manner than hardcover volumes, which
were released in small print runs and distributed through bookstores only. And
paperbacks were the only medium to do so in a lasting, material way: Film depictions
of drug use and trafficking3 had been banned by Hollywood’s Production Code (a.k.a.
The Hays Code) in 1930,4 radio was by nature evanescent, and newspapers generally
disposed of within 24 hours. As such, drug-themed paperback books provide the
richest, most direct record of American pop culture’s fascination, repulsion, fears,
realities, perceptions, fantasies, paranoia, facts, hopes, follies and fallacies regarding
psychoactive drugs during the beginning, rise and crest of what has been characterized
as “America’s Second Drug Epidemic.”5
This did not occur in a vacuum. In the immediate aftermath of World War
II, when drug smuggling routes had been re-established — having been completely
disrupted during the war with narcotics distribution and use in the U.S. declining to
their lowest levels in the century — and addiction to heroin and use of marijuana began
to return with slow, steady drive, another phenomenon became manifest: the saturation
of the marketplace with mass-market paperbacks, which began in 1939 with a hugely
successful experiment by Pocket Books that yielded over 1.5 million copies sold of 34
reprint titles at 25 cents each.6
Gathings Committee Exhibit A: “A Manual of Instruction for Potential Narcotic Addicts.”
N.R. De Mexico [Dallas McCord Reynolds or Lawrence Taylor Shaw] • Marijuana Girl •
• PBO • Reprinted as Stallion 204 (1954) and Beacon 328 (1960)
Uni Book 19
1951
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By the early 1950s many social critics and latter-day Catos were becoming alarmed.
Other publishers had entered the field, and many reprints and new, original paperbacks
were not of the finest literary quality. “Some of these books [are] filled with sordid, filthy
statements based upon sexual deviations and perversions…” Gathings reported.7
Further, the Gathings Committee stated, “other paper-bound books dwell at
length on narcotics and in such a way as to present inducements for susceptible readers
to become addicts out of sheer curiosity. As an example of how this subject is handled
by current books, one need only read Marijuana Girl by N.R. de Mexico (Universal
Publishing & Distributing Corp.). A more appropriate title would be: ‘A Manual of
Instructions for Potential Drug Addicts.’ It even has a glossary of the jargon used by
dope peddlers and their customers.8 The noble motives ascribed to the author on the
back cover, and quoted below, are not manifest in the book he wrote.
“Quotes below are on the back cover of Marijuana Girl, the book in question:
‘This extraordinarily valid book does more than reaffirm the reputation of the
author as a literary stylist and a shrewd, blunt commentator on our social scene. It tells
the real story behind the lurid newspaper headlines — the crime investigations — the
reports, official and unofficial — all screaming of the spread of dope addiction among
children today!’
“Even the evil effects of drug addiction are made to appear not so very unattractive
by artful manipulation of the imagination. While the analysis of this book has been
directed chiefly to its narcotic phase, that should not be construed as implying that it is
not replete with lewdness and vulgarity.”9
Uh oh. Sex and drugs, the marriage of which has traditionally aroused the ire and
righteous indignation of concerned citizen-moralists. And aroused the fascination and
curiosity, if not fetishistic fervor, of the general public. Popular culture is Dionysian in
nature: of the appetites, instincts and senses. The public bought these books in numbers
that will astound.
What prompted Congressman Gathings to approach then Speaker of the House,
Sam Rayburn, to approve $25,000 of our taxes for his wacky witch hunt?
“Every time I went into the drugstore to get cigars there would be a long line at the
bookstand looking at the lewd covers…I thought, what is this country coming to if we
are distributing this type of thing to the youth of the land?”10 the Congressman declared.
The books were not, of course, aimed at the youth of our fair nation. They were,
to the contrary, directed to a group “made up mostly of people who used to read only
magazines, who [were] intimidated by the forbidding air of a bookstore, and [could]
afford perhaps a small fraction of the price of most new hard-cover books. They
[bought] and read on the move, picking books off a rack or newsstand to read while
commuting or traveling or during a frenzied day of changing diapers and making meals.
They [were] impulse buyers who [picked] books at the point of sale, and after reading
them [threw] them away or [passed] them on to someone else.”11
That said, while Gathings may have been another in a long line of congressional
gasbags and something of a crackpot, he wasn’t crazy. At a time when there only an
estimated 1500 bookstores scattered throughout the United States,12 paperbacks were
distributed into 80,000–100,00013 retail outlets nationwide including drugstores,
newsstands, bus depots, train stations, airports, grocery stores, supermarkets, corner
candy store/luncheonettes — in short, any place that sold magazines (paperback
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publishers had a completely different business model than hardcover publishing; it was
the periodicals business); paperbacks of any nature, including those dealing with drugs,
were most certainly seen by youngsters. I was surely not the only kid during the 1950s
who would wander into the neighborhood candy store/lunch counter and peruse the
comics and paperbacks rack, and I was certainly not the only one who was soon chased
out with the admonition: “Whad’ya think this is, a library? Scram!” And, too, many
drug paperbacks did in fact contain mixed messages, indeed some so mixed that the
writers appear to have been typing within Cuisinarts.™
Gathings’ fears about drug-themed paperbacks and their influence upon culture were
not without substance, and though insinuations toward censorship were most certainly
misguided, the democratization of drug use in paperback literature did pose challenges.
The paperback was the Internet of its time. “The inexpensive book, more than any
other modern instruments of mass communication, is today an outpost of freedom in
our democratic culture,” a contemporary observer wrote.14 And, when you add drugs
— and sex — to the equation, like the Internet the paperback becomes a satanic tool,
opening a biblical sinkhole into which society will inevitably fall. “The nature of any
censorship…is often a function of the anxieties generated by the medium or the milieu
which the medium serves,” Harper’s magazine noted at the time.15
The books were quite threatening to sober-minded, solid citizens. “The volume of
their sales, the manner of their distribution, their modest price and ready accessibility to
the public, the provocative nature of some of their jackets and blurbs, and the existence
of a national organization that had already sharpened its teeth on comic books and
magazines [Citizens For Decent Literature — led by that paragon of moral and ethical
virtue, Charles H. Keating, Jr., who, though famed at the time for his moral zeal, would
win greater fame in the late 1980s for his role as Public Enemy #1, the top free-booting
buccaneer in the U.S. savings and loan industry debacle] all these contributed to the
outbreak of censorship aimed at literature in this form,” wrote Lockhart and McClure.16
While we can now enjoy many of these books for their camp, kitschy quality,
writing that is often gloriously lousy, and with postmodern irony be amused by their
outlandish assertions and misinformation, at the time high-lit. paperbacks were a
dangerous, trans­gressive medium. There is no denying the perversely seductive quality
to so many of them.
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In 1953, an unknown writer just shy of his fortieth birthday had his first book
published. Issued by a new, small paperback publisher, it sold 113,170 copies in its
first year. The book was Junkie, written by William S. Burroughs under the pseudonym
“William Lee.” Given the sales figure,17 one might reasonably conclude that this was
a fabulous success, a best-seller, an amazing accomplishment for a first-time novelist.
It was, to the contrary, merely a respectable number, in fact somewhat below average,
many if not most paperbacks selling in the 200,000-copy range.18
Junkie was published by Ace Books, a paperback house established in 1952 to surf
the huge wave of paperback’s popularity to the bank. Ace was owned by A.A. Wyn who,
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William Lee [William S. Burroughs] • Junkie: Confessions of an Unredeemed Drug Addict •
Maurice Helbrant • Narcotic Agent • Reprint • Ace D-15 • 1953 • Covers by Al Rossi
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PBO
•
bound with:
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“Slimey Pete was a notorious habitué of the
jive joint and bawdy houses of the town. His
oily face provided a unique study of life’s
sinister shadows, and his soul had shriveled
into meanness in the most debasing racket
of the underworld. Pete was a dope
peddler. Helen, his overpainted mistress,
was repulsive to any decent man. Pete,
well versed in the tricks of seduction and
addiction, had caused her downfall and had
made her his slave. He had changed her
name from Ellen to Helen — ‘H’ for heroin.
She was to be known in the shadowy world
as the ‘swing man’s’ contact girl.
“Pete and Helen had a way with teenagers, particularly in the underprivileged
areas. They could always suggest a new
false thrill to youthful gangs: first, a few
free puffs on a marijuana cigarette, then
the reefer binges of the marijuana parties,
and finally the bigger ‘lift’ of the white
powders, and addiction’s ultimate slavery.
Local delinquent youth always knew that
this degraded pair had a place for them to
go, sordid though it might be.”
J.A. Buckwalter • Merchants of Misery •
• PBO
Publishing Association • 1956
From the author’s collection
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Pacific Press
“Every trade has a technical language.
Even Christians have a language of their
own. They speak of being ‘saved,’ of a
‘Christian worker,’ or of ‘putting out fleece.’
The person not used to their jargon doesn’t
understand what the Christians are talking
about. Addicts, too, have a language
of their own, a language which must be
understood if this book is to be understood.
Some of the words most used are: bad go —
too small an amount for the money paid;
bang — an injection of heroin; blast party —
get together to smoke marihuana.”
Jim Vaus • The Inside Story of Narcotics
Zondervan • 1953 • PBO
as most paperback publishers of the era, had strong credentials in the pulp magazine
business before launching the imprint. His nephew, Carl Solomon, recently a patient
at New York State Psychiatric Institute, was a staff editor (along with writer Donald A.
Wollheim). Soon, a friend and fellow patient of Solomon’s from the mental hospital,
Beat poet Allen Ginsberg,19 approached him with a few manuscripts written by friends
who couldn’t get the time of day from mainstream publishers. Acting as Burroughs’
“secret literary agent,”20 Ginsberg negotiated a contract granting Burroughs an $800
advance against an initial printing of 100,000 copies,21 100,000–250,000-copy print
runs typical at the time for all paperbacks. Burroughs likely received the industry
standard for royalties: 1¢ per book for the first 150,000 copies sold, 1.5¢ over
150,00022, though this figure was for 25¢ books; at 35¢, Junkie may have earned
Burroughs a small fraction more.
Burroughs shared royalties with Maurice Helbrant, an ex-Federal Bureau of
Narcotics agent whose 1941 book Narcotics Agent was reprinted with Burroughs’
Junkie as an Ace Double-Book, the two inversely bound together, each with its own
lurid cover. Publisher Wyn took no chances: Burroughs’ harsh, uncompromising and
unapologetic, outlaw romantic, almost positive viewpoint on heroin would be mitigated
by Helbrant’s tough anti-dope stance.
Why did Ace — as well as a host of other paperback publishers — issue paperback
titles with drug themes?
They sold. Big time. Is was estimated that 243,000,000 copies of 830 titles were
sold in 1952,23 and yet while of those 830 titles only a small percentage were drugthemed, their sales could not be ignored. In 1965, a paperback publisher, noting
what would seem to be the obvious, commented: “We have noticed a consistent sales
trend…the public’s readiness to buy books on the same subject,”24 no matter what the
subject. A large number of Americans loved reading about drugs. This was commented
upon earlier in 1958, when it was observed that while in the 20th century a great
number of people, dulled, exasperated or frustrated by modern life, were drawn to
drug use, “even greater numbers of people who lack the courage [or interest] to take
them enjoy reading books about people who do.”25 Thus the large body of work within
this “curious branch of literature.”26
Reprints and paperback originals had, since the end of WWII, often featured
marijuana, invariably as a demonic drug that drove its users to mayhem and murder;
numerous dope noir crime novels with marijuana as the culprit were released. But
after the Kevauver Crime Committee Hearings of 1950–51 and the O’Conor
Committee Crime Hearings exposed organized crime’s illegal narcotics trafficking
“as a frightening menace to the youth of America,”27 the media went into a frenzy.
Immediately, newspapers and magazines were all over the issue. Oh, it was bad news
indeed! “Life magazine ran a twelve-page picture story, giving great prominence to
slink-eyed, hopped-up hoodlums leaning against corner telephone poles, or killing
time between heroin shots by shootings craps in dark alleyways,” it was reported.28
Newsweek ran a story in its November 20, 1950 issue on “Narcotics And Youth;” in
its January 29, 1951 issue Newsweek followed up with “New York Wakes Up To Find
15,000 Teen-Age Dope Addicts,” its cover heralding the tale with the banner headline:
“New York’s Teen-Age Dope Fiends.” In its August 13, 1951 issue, Newsweek further
reported on “Heroin And Adolescents.” The July 14, 1951 issue of Science News Letter
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discussed “Child Dope Addicts.” In September 1951, Reader’s Digest got into the act by
reprinting a dope-terror story, “A Short — and Horrible — Life.” The very next month,
Reader’s Digest ran “Facts About Our Teen-Age Drug Addicts.”
These are but a few; 1951 was one hell of a year for heroin in general and high
school junkies in particular. “Murder, rape and kidnapping speedily went out of style as
first-choice plot material,” a contemporary journalist reported.29 From the early through
late 1950s there was no shortage of paperback books featuring thrill-seeking juvenile
delinquents on dope or teen-aged innocents lured onto the needle or marijuana by
criminal low-lifes or bad-news boyfriends. And oh, the consequences! In 1953, religious
publishing house Zondervan would issue the paperback The Inside Story of Narcotics by
Jim Vaus. Hell was just around the corner, Lucifer furtively leaning against a lamppost,
passing out free samples.
The teenage drug problem of the 1950s was utter nonsense. “It simply doesn’t exist,”
wrote John Gerrity in the February 1952 issue of Harper’s. “The Federal Narcotics
Bureau, which knew the true facts, abandoned an earlier effort to quell the frenetic
alarms, fearful that — as one official put it — ‘we’d get our brains beaten out.’”30 The
gross distortion of reality was so egregious — were these people on drugs? — that
Federal Bureau of Narcotics Commissioner, Henry J. Anslinger (a man not known for
understatements in public pronouncements on illegal drugs) felt compelled to speak up
and set the record straight, as it were.
“Why would a business man — and drug peddlers are business men — desert a
proven market for the hazards of an unproven one, like teen-age high school students?”
he told an interviewer at the time.31 “Shortly after the Kefauver expose,” he continued,
“the New York City Mayor’s office announced that there were 90,000 addicts in the
metropolitan area, with many of these being in high schools.
“Another source claimed that among 15,000 parochial and Yeshiva school students
they found not one addict. The city authorities began to revise their estimates when we
asked them to explain why peddlers have singled out public school students and ignored
parochial school students,” Anslinger said.32
The simple reality at the time was that “if the average high school student, or anyone
else for that matter, wants a marijuana cigarette or a shot of heroin, he will have to prowl
the dens of the city for months before he can make a contact. The chances are he won’t
succeed at all,” Gerrity reported, based upon his discussions with FBN officials.
The facts did not dissuade paperback publishers from issuing sensationalistic
volumes on teen dopers, nor did the reality break through the public’s belief in the
legend, nor Congress’. In 1956, Merchants of Misery would be published, a wild
teens-on-dope/anti-dope peddler non-fiction paperback from Pacific Press Publishing
Association, a Seventh-Day Adventist venture dating back to the Thirties whose entire
raison d’etre appears to have been issuing anti-dope educational titles.33 Here, the evil
peddlers are thinly disguised Italians so stereotyped it’s all the author can do to restrain
himself from using the phrase “wop-greaseballs.” Anti-drug laws, with penalties that had
been increasing in severity since the 1930s, reached a draconian apogee in the same year
with the passage of the Boggs Act which mandated the death penalty for selling heroin
to minors.34 In the same year, renowned drug researcher Lawrence Kolb would write
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Nelson Algren • The Man with the Golden Arm
• 1951 • Cover by Stanley Meltzoff
Cardinal C-31
Courtesy of Michael Aldrich
Reprint. The true first paperback
edition is Pocket Books 757 (Jan. 1951),
issued with a dust jacket (a failed
experiment for paperbacks that was
discontinued) featuring Meltzoff’s
illustration; exceedingly scarce thus.
“The Panic had come.
“The period of no dope.
“The time when junkies lined the
counters of drugstores to buy paregoric,
to take it and boil its sweetness into a
brownness for its opium content, to shoot
eye-dropperfuls into their veins until
their arms swelled, red and stinging, and
the sickness was abated momentarily.”
Clarence L. Cooper • The Scene • Crest D-453
• Cover by Tom O’Sullivan • Reprint
1961
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“Let’s Stop This Narcotics Hysteria!” in the July 28th issue of The Saturday Evening
Post, and the July 8th issue of the New York Times Magazine would run “To Dispel
the Nightmare of Narcotics,” to no avail. Once accepted into popular culture, a myth
has stubborn staying power against which reason wages a Don Quixote–like struggle.
That said, “the first stirrings of a renewed heroin wave in the United States”35 began
to become manifest, though it would be, for the most part, confined to the ghettos
and barrios of the major cities, not yet in middle-class white communities. The finest
novel on the contemporary black inner-city drug experience remains ex-junkie/convict
Clarence L. Cooper’s gritty The Scene.
The movie industry’s self-censorship on drug-themed films would end in 1955
with the release of Otto Preminger’s film adaptation of Nelson Algren’s The Man With
The Golden Arm (1955). A paperback reprint of the 1949 first edition appeared in 1951
with a stylishly lurid cover by the renowned Stanley Melztoff with his wife, Alice, as
model for Molly-O, the sympathetic woman in junkie card dealer/drummer Frankie
Machine’s life.36 With the release of the film, the book was reprinted in paperback
again but with a cover reproducing the film’s opening title motif by the great film-title
designer, Saul Bass.
Competition within the paperbacks business was fierce; all these imprints — there
were close to one hundred paperback publishers by 195837 — jockeying for retail
rack space. It was imperative to “capture the darting eye and interest of the man in
motion.”38 How to do it? Jacket illustration and “skyline,” the blurb above the title.
Drug paperbacks, in addition to their value as touchstones of attitudes about
drugs in American popular culture, also provide a vivid history of pop graphic design
during the period under review and, significantly, provide us with the pop-kulch
iconography of the American drug experience. Until the late 1950s, when paperback
cover illustration began to shift with the times and publishers and distributors
felt pressure to tone down appearances, many if not most paperback covers were
sensationally — deliciously — lurid. With a “girl on the jacket but no jacket on the
girl,”39 illustrations were invariably characterized as a mix of sex and sadism, and
there were so many drug paperbacks with gorgeous babes on their stylish covers that
one might conclude that drug use was almost exclusive to women, which it was most
certainly not; males have always been the prime consumers of illegal substances. Many
paperbacks from the 1940s and 1950s, including those drug-themed, are now avidly
collected by connoisseurs of “Good Girl Art,” a genre dripping with postmodern irony
as the girls depicted are anything but, thumbing their noses at conventional mores and
standards of female behavior.
Yet for all the contemporary hue and cry over paperback book-cover design,
the illustrations were, and remain, quite artful. “Our sexy covers are given a fine-arts
treatment,” publishers declared at the time.40 And so they were, with a hip, lurid-chic
panache by commercial artists of great skill and verve. Illustrators Rudolph Belarski and
Tom Dunn were graduates of Pratt Art Institute; Raphael M. Desoto, Lou Marchetti,
Rudolph Nappi and Robert Maguire studied at the Art Students League of New York;
the great Stanley Meltzoff studied art and art history at the National Academy, the
Art Students League and the Institute of Fine Arts in New York and elsewhere, and
was an in-demand illustrator for many popular magazines before beginning his career
as a book illustrator;41 examples of their covers are found within this volume. Some
Roland Vane [Ernest McKeag] • Vice Rackets of Soho •
First American edition
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Archer 35 • 1951 • Cover by Reginald Heade
• reprint of the Archer U.K. PBO first edition
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were on staff on salary, others were busy freelancers earning an average of $200–$300
per cover illustration.42 Their work and that of many other talents, formally trained
or autodidactic, had to grab eyeballs and mindshare in a crowded marketplace. Once
picked up by reason of their compelling artwork, the books had to glue to the emotional
centers of the brain and stick to the hands so the volumes would not be returned to the
display rack, unsold.
So wild were the covers that the U.S. Army, a huge buyer of paperbacks distributed
by its Special Services division facilities to troops through soldier reading programs,
became alarmed. In a letter to John O’Conner of the American Book Publisher’s
Council, Major General William E. Bergin stated that “in searching for books for this
purpose, a sincere effort is made to find books which meet public library standards,
standards which are satisfactory to the families of young men in service and to all
authorities charged with the welfare of those men.”43 Many paperbacks were being
rejected simply because of the “growing tendency of publishers to use cover pictures
and descriptive material which have a distinctly lurid and sensationalistic character,” the
General complained.44 The Army wanted its troops to be all that they could be but not
become sex-crazed dope fiends. Bad for morale, Sir, yes Sir.
There were also complaints that many paperback covers promised more than they
delivered, and the drug genre was no exception. The illustration by Reginald Heade
for Vice Rackets of Soho by Roland Vane (Ernest L. McKeag45) with its glorious scene
of drug eroticism — a half-naked woman lying supine on a bed in a sheer gown that
appears to have been spray-painted on, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she’s shot
up with junk by a leering miscreant — is a prime example. Though the image suggests
artist Heade as a sort of twisted Bernini — the Ecstasy of St. Teresa of Avila as sultry
babe meets criminal Christ who plunges His flaming scepter of drug-love deep within
her — there is virtually no mention of drugs within the text, nor much sex, for that
matter. By 1961, the practice of paperback publishers to tease, bait and switch had
become so serious that the Federal Trade Commission intervened.46
“She was afraid of the H at first but
Nat had a soothing way of easing
her along. He gave her a spike, a
syringe, and he showed her how
to open the little capsule of white
powder and cook it with matches in
a spoon, to dissolve it, and then to
fill up the syringe and find a vein in
her leg and shoot the liquid into the
vein. It blew the top of her head off.
She came back for more, and learned
the little refinements, shooting it
into the vein and drawing it back
into the syringe to mix it with blood,
and ramming it in again, doubling
the kick. The horse didn’t send her
way up high the way M [marijuana]
did; it eased off, making her loose
and dreamy, taking away all the
troubles of the world.”
“He looked at her, huddled
miserably against the pillow, and
told himself that he had never
seen anyone suffering so visibly
before. If only every teenager in
the country could be brought into
the bedroom of an addict suffering
withdrawal symptoms, there
wouldn’t be any narcotics problem
in America. Round up every kid on
his fourteenth birthday and bring
him to see a hophead writhe. Kids
don’t see what lies at the far side of
kicks. All they know is that the H
takes away all the troubles…”
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As the Fifties moved into the Sixties, many of the smaller paperback publishers
had fallen by the wayside or had been absorbed by larger houses and the remaining
publishers turned their back on cover illustration styles of the past. “The reason for
this,” explained New American Library’s Art Director William Gregory in 1963, was
that all publishers’ covers began to “look pretty much alike…the books just began
to blend into the output from other publishers.”47 There were two other reasons that
paperback cover art began to change. Paperback books were now being distributed
beyond the traditional newsstand, etc. model into…bookstores! The last places you’d
go to find a paperback book now began stocking them, slowly devoting more and more
space for their sale. And they required covers to appeal to a different class of buyer. And,
significantly, sales to schools had become a growing part of the paperback business. The
sensational covers had to go. They would not return until Sixties porn publishers took
up the lurid look of love.
The most accomplished of these later book illustrators was Robert Bonfils. A
student of Thomas Hart Benton at Kansas City Art Institute along with Jackson
Don Elliott [Robert Silverberg]
Love Addict • Nightstand 1501 • 1959
PBO • Cover by Harold W. McCauley
1897
Eugène Grasset • La Morphinomane
• Bibliothèque d’art et d’archéologie
Jacques Doucet, Paris
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Pollock, after WWII he continued his studies at Chicago Art Institute. Soon, he
became a busy commercial artist in advertising, eventually branching out as a freelance
paperback book illustrator. Shortly thereafter, he was hired by William Hamling of
Greenleaf Publications, the nation’s leading publisher of soft-porn, as Art Director,
replacing Harold W. McCauley. Supervising and/or creating up to 50 cover illustrations
a month, Bonfils was certainly amongst the most prolific book illustrators of his
generation, assuredly its most stylishly talented, designing many unforgettable covers
that remain without peer.48
The U.S. Supreme Court’s 1957 Roth decision, which, though attempting to legally
curb so-called obscene literature, was worded such that it ironically opened the
door to soft-core sex-lit., ushered in a flood of titles issued by soft-core publishers
that continued the lurid sexy cover tradition. The drug-addled protagonists had also
changed; no longer high high-schoolers and corrupt dames, the focus was now on that
dreaded of all subcultures, the Beatniks, as well as jazz musicians, the latter prime fodder
for exploitation throughout the 1940s and 1950s secondary to the popular notion that
jazz hounds were dopers, an idée fixe (pardon me) not without a degree of truth. Of
these publishers, Beacon and Greenleaf with its many imprints were leaders. Greenleaf/
Nightstand’s Love Addict by Don Elliott (science-fiction writer Robert Silverberg) is a
notable example. The story of a straight guy who falls for a sultry junkie songbird, its
cover by Harold W. McCauley is a minor masterpiece — shoot-from-the-hip broad
shoots in the thigh, skirt provocatively hiked up — that hearkens back to French La
Belle Epoque illustrator Eugène Grasset’s 1897 lithograph La Morphinomane.
As the baton was passed from the Beat Generation to the youth culture of the
Sixties and jazz had been overshadowed by rock ‘n roll, so was the character of the
dope paperback. In the past it had been axiomatic that writers of these had little if any
experience with drugs; indeed, all they seemed to know was what they had learned
from newspapers and magazines, then as now rarely reliable sources of information
on the subject. This would continue until 1966–1967, when younger writers with
first-hand experience and attitudes toward drugs highly influenced by, and rejecting,
traditional scare tactics and common misinformation, and questioning authority
in all its guises, supplanted the older generation of scribes. The content of the drug
paperback, whether novel or nonfiction, had once been cautionary; now, it often
became celebratory. Marijuana, now being experimented with on a mass scale by
youth (and, to a lesser degree, by adults) was discovered to be not the evil weed it had
been advertised as since the 1930s.
With the passage of the Marijuana Tax Act of 1937, born of the Southwestern
states’ fear of Mexican immigration — those dark-skinned migrants who brought
their enjoyment of weed with them — came an avalanche of sensational propaganda
ascribing to grass the darkest of consequences to its users and society. FBN
Commissioner Anslinger — though not the first to demonize pot — got the ball
rolling to a mass audience with his “Marijuana: Assassin of Youth!” article in the July
1937 issue of The American magazine (“If the hideous MONSTER FRANKENSTEIN
came face to face with the MONSTER MARIHUANA, he would DROP DEAD
OF FRIGHT!”), based upon a gross and absurd misinterpretation of the true story of
“An ordinary man or woman becomes in the eyes of the Marijuana addict, beautiful
beyond compare. Marijuana, grown by trusties, on prison farms unknown to
prison officials, has been taken to the inmates. Under its influence the prisoners fall
desperately in love with each other; as they would with members of the opposite sex
outside prison walls. One can understand the debaucheries that take place.”
Later: “…Over in a corner, one child begins to disrobe his or her companion. In a
few minutes this becomes general, until clothes are scattered over the floor and the
naked youngsters give themselves over, with wild abandon, to every imaginable
perversion prompted by their drug-crazed minds.”
Rev. R.J. Devine • The Moloch of Marijuana •
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Fundamental Truth Publishers
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1943
•
PBO
•
Cover by W.N. Jurry
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M.D. Comstock, Belle Wood • Plain Facts
Pacific Press Publishing Association • 1938
T. De Witt Talmage • A Weed That Bewitches
New York: National Temperance Society • 1889
courtesy of William Dailey
Courtesy of Ronald K. Siegel, Ph.D.
“The marihuana user, freed from the
restraint of gravitation, bumps his
head against the sky. Street lights
become orangoutangs [sic] with
eyes of fire. Huge slimy snakes crawl
through small cracks in the sidewalk,
and prehistoric monsters, intent on his
destruction, emerge from keyholes,
and pursue him down the street. He
feels squirrels walking over his back,
while he is being pelted by some
unseen enemy with lightning bolts. He
will thrill you with the most plausible
accounts of desperadoes who lurk in
the doorway ahead, waiting with
long, sharp knives to pounce on him
and carve him to pieces.”
Earle Albert Rowell and Robert Rowell On the Trail
of Marihuana: The Weed of Madness • Mountain View:
Pacific Press Publishing • Association • 1939 • PBO
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Earle Albert Rowell • Battling the Wolves of Society: The Narcotic Evil • Mountain View: Pacific Press
Publishing Company • 1929 • Courtesy of Ronald K. Siegel, Ph.D.
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Persian Hasan-I Sabbah, the Old Man of the Mountain, the Islamic revolutionary of
the late 11th century whose fanatical, murderous followers were known as Hashisheens
(whence “assassins”). “They were not fed hashish [the resin exuded by cannabis] in
order to carry out their murders; it was used on them without their knowledge in
order to encourage fanatical obedience,”49 such obeisance inspired by the promise of
the joys of paradise, i.e. that which they had experienced while under the influence of
a hashish-infused beverage; never while on the job. Marco Polo reported the realities
of the Hashisheens in his “Travels.” The generation of the Sixties would learn that the
last thing one wanted to do while under its influence was kill or do much of anything;
lassitude is a hallmark of the drug’s psychotropic action. Make love, yes. Make war?
Hey man, no hostility!
No matter. Paperback pamphlets such as The Moloch of Marijuana by Rev.
Robert J. Devine (1943), and evangelist Earle Albert Rowell’s Battling The Wolves of
Society:The Narcotics Evil (1929) and On the Trail of Marijuana: The Weed of Madness
(1939) fanned the flames of pot paranoia. So outlandish and over the top were the
sensationalistic claims of these “educational” books that “the bureau attacked such
apostles of fear;”50 Anslinger wished the FBN to be sole source of publicity and
educational materials. A few of the Rowell softcovers were issued by — guess who?
— Pacific Press Publishing Association, a great thorn in the side of anyone trying to
rationally educate the public on drugs.
Pacific Press Publishing Association also issued Plain Facts for Young Women on
Narcotics, Marijuana, Liquor and Tobacco by Dr. Belle Wood Comstock (1938). Notice
that in the title narcotics and marijuana assume top priority despite the fact that young
women were certainly more likely to be exposed to alcohol and cigarettes than illegal
drugs. So it is within the text.
These paperback drug educational titles were by no means the first. As early as
1889, pamphlets were in circulation warning of the dangers of psychotropics. Though A
Weed That Bewitches is primarily about tobacco, the author, a theologian, discusses the
evils of marijuana, hashish, opium and alcohol.
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The antecedent to the mass-market paperback was the paperbound dime novel, a
genre that began to flourish in the mid-19th century with the growth of mechanized
printing, more efficient distribution, and increased literacy amongst the young
working class. Huge print runs and distribution through newsstands and dry goods
stores assured that they would reach the masses who eagerly consumed these early
pulps’ tales of outlaws, detectives, romance and adventure. The subject of drugs
rarely if ever appeared within their pages simply because until the turn of the 20th
century, drugs now illicit in the U.S were legal. Over-the-counter patent medicines
and nostrums for all manner of medical complaint commonly contained opium, later
heroin, and to a lesser extent cocaine, and were consumed on a large scale. Injectable
morphine had become one of medicine’s great panaceas, greatly over-prescribed.
Many, many Americans became addicted to narcotics in this manner. The last quarter
of the 19th century through the turn of the 20th century was the period of America’s
first drug epidemic, the typical addict middle-aged and, as often as not, female. The
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Secret Service #1230: The Bradys and the Chinese Drug Dealer • Harry E. Wolff • 1922
Courtesy of the Ludlow-Santo Domingo (LSD) Library
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primary literary example of this phenomenon is Mary Tyrone, the matriarch in
Eugene O’Neill’s Long Day’s Journey Into Night, whom O’Neill patterned after his
mother, a long-term morphine addict whose initial illness had long since passed, her
sequela disease addiction itself. Then, as now, everyone knew someone who had a
problem with drugs.
There was an early alert to what would eventually befall upon O’Neill’s mother and
countless other middle-class Americans and it occurred in popular American literature.
“It will soon be discovered that the modern opium or morphia habit has a large
place in this volume. While I have tried to avoid the style of a medical treatise, which
would be in poor taste in a work of fiction, I have carefully consulted the best medical
works and authorities on the subject, and I have conversed with many opium slaves
in all stages of the habit. I am sure I am right in fearing that in the morphia hunger
and consumption one of the greatest evils of the future is looming darkly above the
horizon of society. Warnings against this poison of body and soul cannot be too
solemn or too strong.”
That clarion call occurs within the preface to the first full-length American novel to
feature drug use, Without A Home (1881) by E[dward] P[ayson] Roe. The book was the
tenth of 18 best-selling novels written by Roe, who was a clergyman before becoming
the most popular novelist of his generation (he outsold Twain) yet is a writer now all
but forgotten. His novels were characterized by social/moral purpose and largely based
upon real incidents of topical interest drawn from observation or newspapers, then
spiced to public taste with romance and pious sentiment. In Without A Home, we gain
a view into contemporary attitudes about the middle class’ emerging drug use. While
containing chapters specific to the use of opium/morphine (“A Secret Vice Revealed,”
“The Beatitudes of Opium,” “An Opium-Maniac’s Christmas,” “The Last Consolation
of Opium”) the author’s moral outrage is focused not on Martin Jocelyn, a Southern
businessman addicted to morphine as a result of medical treatment but, rather, upon
the “barbarous practice of compelling women, often but growing girls, to stand from
morning until evening...” referring to the new phenomenon and plight of the working
shopgirl which, alas, daughter Mildred Jocelyn has become to help support the family.
Roe treats Mr. Jocelyn’s addiction realistically and sympathetically and without
judgment. Looking backward, that is the book’s big story: Opium/morphine use so
new to mainstream American society that its usage was not yet distorted or morally
stigmatized. Without A Home was a literary fanfare heralding the dawn of the 19thcentury drug epidemic in America. Alas, the novel (and every other book by Roe) has
never been reprinted in paperback.
As the noxious consequences of opiate use became manifest, regulatory laws were
enacted, doctors became less casual in their prescriptions, and nostrum manufacturers
were enjoined from including opiates and cocaine (used in many energizing — you
bet! — beverages. Vin Mariani, a popular tonic wine, was infused with cocaine, as was
Coca-Cola). The scandal of middle-aged matrons strung out on medical dope would
not be the subject of dime novels. That honor would lie with Chinese immigrants
who’d brought their opium smoking habit with them. Since opium smoking was
considered a recreational pleasure rather than a medical necessity, moral opprobrium
Secret Service #737: Hop Lee, The Chinese Slave
Dealer or, Old and Young King Brady and the Opium
Fiends • Frank Tousey • 1913 • Courtesy of the
Ludlow-Santo Domingo (LSD) Library
Work and Win No. 275: An Interesting Weekly For
Young America: Fred Fearnot’s Trip to Frisco or,
Trapping the Chinese Opium Smugglers • New York:
Frank Tousey • 1904 • Courtesy of the
Ludlow-Santo Domingo Library
Secret Service #453: The Bradys and the Chinese
Juggler or, The Opium Fiend’s Revenge
New York: Frank Tousey • 1907 • Courtesy of
Buffalo Bill Stories #507: Buffalo Bill’s Opium Case
New York: Street & Smith • 1911 • Courtesy of
Ronald K. Siegel, Ph.D.
the Ludlow-Santo Domingo (LSD) Library
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Olive Harper • The Opium Smugglers of ‘Frisco: or,
The Crimes of A Beautiful Opium Fiend • New York:
J.S. Ogilvie • 1908 • Courtesy of Ronald K. Siegel, Ph.D.
Fred V. Williams • The Hop-Heads: Personal
Experiences Among Users of “Dope” in the San
Francisco Underworld • Walter N. Brunt • 1920
Cover by Anna Wille • Courtesy of the
Ludlow-Santo Domingo (LSD) Library
Dr. Cantala [Julius] • The Idol: Opium, Heroin,
Morphine, and Their Kingdoms
Botwen Printing • 1924 • Courtesy of the
Ludlow-Santo Domingo Library
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John P. Ritter • Chinatown Charlie, the Opium Fiend •
New York: J.S. Ogilvie • 1906
Courtesy of Ronald K. Siegel, Ph.D.
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and scorn were laid upon its habitués, which included those in the sporting life, i.e.,
gamblers, prostitutes, pimps and their criminal companions including smugglers. As the
aging population of iatrogenic, middle-class solid-citizen addicts began to die off, drug
use submerged into the underworld and the stage was set for exploitation of the subject
by publishers of dime novels. Lurid covers had always been a staple of the dimer, a
tradition that continued with the introduction of drug themes into their content. White
girls enslaved to the drug by evil Chinese and All-American detectives on the trail of
Yellow Peril opium smugglers became ripe subjects. Secret Service was a popular series
for boys, many issues over the years featuring the derring-do of its protagonists against
the opium-soaked heathen Chinee. Even Buffalo Bill was on their trail.
In the first decade of the 20th century, publisher J.S. Ogilvie issued a series of drugthemed dime novels, a handful of them novelizations of plays; drug-soaked melodramas
had become popular fare in the theater. These dime novels actually sold for 25 cents
which, adjusted for inflation, cost $5.22, quite expensive for the average citizen at the
time of their issue.
Not a dime novel, one of two of the most extraordinary drug paperbacks issued
during the 1920s is The Hop-Heads, Personal Experiences Among the Users of “Dope” in
the San Francisco Underworld (1920), which originally appeared as a serial in the San
Francisco Daily News; it is now a legendary rarity. Journalist Fred V. Williams went in
disguise “among the pitiful slaves of cocaine and heroin and morphine, and for the first
time told the real facts concerning these outcasts of the night.”51 Note the word “Dope”
in quotes within the title, an underworld slang locution beginning to emerge into the
popular lexicon.52 Further note the extraordinary cover illustration by Anna Wille, so
modern it looks as if it could have been done by a Sixties counterculture artist.
Scarcer still is The Idol. Opium, Heroin, Morphine and Their Kingdoms by Dr. [Julius]
Cantala (1924),53 a softcover volume “devoted to the medical and social uses of opiates,
including sections on opium dens, needlemania, the psychology of the addict, the nature
of opiate intoxication, love among addicts, etc. There are chapters on cocaine and hashish,
and another on Dr. Cantala’s method of cure.”54 With its erotic overtones, the cover
illustration is the very definition of lurid sensationalism. The good doctor appears to have
written only one other volume, El Insipido (1941), dealing with diet and syphilis.
By the mid-1920s, the dime novel was a dying if not dead medium, replaced by the
emergence of the pulp magazine, which, of course, could not ignore drug use. By the
early 1960s, though, the mass-market paperback had by far supplanted the pulp ‘zines
in popularity.
Despite a paperback publishing recession in 1953, the number of titles issued
bounced back and continued to grow. By 1966, the number of paperback titles issued,
fiction and nonfiction in all price ranges, original and reprint mass-market and trade
format included, had risen from 830 issued in 1952 to 9346,55 a figure that would
continue to grow but ultimately level off to an estimated 9500 annually by 1970.
Though all paperback publishers complained of too many titles being issued, it did not
stop them from continuing to release new, original titles and reprints at a furious pace.
Within these pages, only 72 drug-themed paperbacks from the 1960s are featured,
but if we allow for only three percent of an average annual 9500 titles issued over the
decade that saw the use of drugs and attendant publicity explode, we arrive at 2850
titles that likely contained references, or were devoted to drug use. With print runs
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Earle Albert Rowell • Dope Adventures Of David Dare •
Nashville: Southern Publishing Association
1937 • Courtesy of Ronald K. Siegel, Ph.D.
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modestly figured at 75K per title, a total of 213,750,000 copies were in circulation.
And that figure does not include the avalanche of soft and hardcore porn titles that were
published in the wake of the Supreme Court’s 1957 and 1966 obscenity decisions. It
has been estimated that 12,500 pulp-porn titles were published between 1966–1973,
with print runs averaging 20–40 K and higher.56 If we conservatively allow for three
percent of those to contain drug use, we arrive at a respectable 375 titles, 15,000,000
copies in American hands; in truth the figure was much higher, conservatively twice
that amount. A total of 228,750,000 copies of drug paperbacks in circulation; these are
modest figures that, even taking into consideration the large number of unsold copies,
are staggering, inebriating, if you will. And, remember, most paperbacks, then as now,
were passed along to friends, resold as remainders, or wound up in used bookshops;
total readership was ultimately higher.
The 1960s heralded an unprecedented increase in the use of illegal drugs. Heroin
and particularly marijuana use — both drugs thought to be things of the past —
dramatically rose. This was coupled with the introduction of LSD and the natural
hallucinogens to a new generation coming of age in an era of affluence and disaffection
with the material and philosophical status quo. And, too, a generation that because of
the over-the-top anti-drug propaganda of the ‘50s, was not inclined to believe a single
word on the subject uttered by authority figures.
There was a revolution in consciousness in books, poetry, theater, films, politics,
sex, religion — well, everything! New attitudes crossed the spectrum of American
culture. President Kennedy declared his administration The New Frontier. The new
attitudes brought new headaches for the authorities. And more scare stories in the press,
although this time there was a basis in reality for concern. The emergence of drug use
from the inner cities and the bohemian underground to white middle-class youth and
drugs on campus were the focus of many articles in newspapers and magazines. Ranging
from thoughtful articles found in limited-circulation magazines like The Atlantic’s
report on The College Drug Scene, popular newsstand and subscription favorites such
as Look’s August 8, 1967 story “Drugs On The Campus,” Esquire’s September 1967
article “Confessions Of a Campus Pot Dealer,” and Life’s July 1967 piece “Marijuana:
Millions of Turned-On Users” to wild hand-wringers riddled with well-meaning yet
inaccurate information in articles which appeared in The Saturday Evening Post’s April
4, 1964 issue, “Dope Invades The Suburbs,” and in its December 4, 1965 issue, “The
Thrill-Pill Menace.” It was a measure of just how large the problem had grown and how
it was perceived that in amongst its recipes and household hints, that staple of downhome Middle American traditions The Ladies Home Journal would run in its January
1968 issue a feature article, “My Son Is On LSD.”
In 1943, a Swiss chemist, Dr. Albert Hofmann, while working on a new drug
synthesized from ergot, a grain fungus, accidentally came into contact with the
substance, absorbed it through his skin, and soon experienced strange fantasies and
hallucinations. He had discovered LSD. A colleague, Dr. Max Rinkel, brought a
small quantity of the stuff to the United States and with a partner began experiments
at Boston Psychopathic Institute, a pioneering mental health clinic affiliated with
Harvard University.
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Chas. E. Blaney • King of the Opium Ring •
New York: J.S. Ogilvie
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1905
•
Courtesy of Ronald K. Siegel, Ph.D.
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The next major step in LSD research was made by Dr. Franz Oderbruch in
Communist East Berlin under the Soviet Union’s auspices. Few people today are aware
of Dr. Oderbruch’s groundbreaking work in the field. That’s because it only occurred
in fiction.
In 1955, a curious, in retrospect astonishing, novel was issued. Published at the height
of Cold War anti-Soviet hysteria, it’s the action-packed tale of of Milo March, an
insurance company private eye who works part-time for the CIA as America’s toughest
secret agent, and who, posing as a defector to East Germany but soon captured by East
German Stassi and Soviet KGB agents, is brainwash-tortured by Dr. Oderbruch, whose
highly secret work involved LSD as a mind-control agent. The Splintered Man by M.E.
Chaber [Kendall Foster Crossen57] is the first novel in any language to feature LSD, the
drug’s dramatic ability to alter consciousness early recognized as a potential boon to
psychiatry and psychotherapy, as well as a pathway to mystical experience.
Whence this bizarre book’s scenario? In the early 1950s, the CIA began
experiments with the drug under its MKULTRA program, the code name for the
agency’s secret experiments to probe the effects of mind-altering substances as mindcontrol weapons. “Fearful of LSD falling into Soviet hands, [the CIA] had cornered
the market on the drug [or so they thought!], which in minute doses could produce
overwhelming sensations ranging from kaleidoscopic acuity to temporary insanity.”58
What is astonishing about The Splintered Man is that when it was published the
CIA’s experiments were strictly Top Secret. In an Author’s Note, Chaber/Crossen
declares that he has accurately portrayed the effects of LSD (papers on the drug
had been published, much early psychiatric research secretly funded by the CIA;
the author cites Hofmann and Rinkel’s work) but that the rest is a product of his
imagination. That’s some imagination! The novel was issued in paperback in 1957
with wild cover art by Robert Schultz illustrating a scene that never occurs in the
book: Milo (“JEW ZIONIST-BOURGEOIS-IMPERIALIST-AGENT IN BERLIN”
as he’s characterized in an East Berlin newspaper; Milo the Jewish James Bond)
is restrained by a team of East German and Soviet soldiers while menaced by the
unseen Dr. Odenbruch wielding a syringe containing a whopping dose of LSD that if
administered would have rendered America’s toughest, wisecracking-est Secret Agent
an incoherent, terrified, raving psychotic incapable of revealing his name or planet of
residence, much less classified information.
The cover of the paperback edition of The Splintered Man was ludicrous in
content, but absurdity would be common in LSD-themed paperbacks written by
authors knowing little if anything about the true nature of the drug. Pulp porn novel
Rubber Goddess by Lana Preston (one of the many pseudonyms of Paul Hugo Little,
whose career as a hack porn writer would span the late 1930s through the early 1970s)
presents the tender tale of a lesbian dominatrix fetish fashion designer who permeates
her latexwear with LSD, the better to render the comely, heterosexual lasses she lures
into her den for modeling work into pliant subjects for her dastardly erotic desires! Not
a drug to give to unwitting seductees under any circumstances, suffice it to say an entire
garment suffused with acid would in reality serve as an one-way ticket to straightjacket
city for the drugged subject of this demented scheme.
The Oderbruch Method of Brainwashing:
“‘Now, Major Marsh, I intend to give you a small quantity of a drug. You
may have it in a glass of water, if you like, which will be tasteless. Or if
you insist on being stubborn, I will merely call in attendants and have
them hold you while I give it to you intravenously. Which do you prefer?’
“‘What is it?’ I asked. ‘Lysergic acid diethylamide?’
“‘Exactly. Which method do you prefer?’
“There wasn’t much point in arguing about it…
“‘I’ll drink it,’ I said.”
M.E. Chaber [Kendall Foster Crossen, 1910–1981] • The Splintered Man • Perma 3080
1957 • Cover by Robert Schulz • Reprint
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“A muffled moan was faintly heard and Ruth shuddered, arched back to
avoid that pressure — for the latex whorls compressed her bare skin with all
their torturing potency…as the perspiration of her bare skin moistened those
appendages inside the body sheath, a chemical compound was released, odorless
as to stain, but devastating in effect…for the hidden whorls and spirals in these
bikini-tights had been impregnated with the LSD chemicals which, once naked
intimate flesh was moist with perspiration, catalytically spread their aphrodisical
[sic] drug into the wearer’s nervous system through the pores of the skin.
“…‘This Morley dame feeds LSD and other powerful drugs to men and women she
wants to get a hold on, so they’ll act like sex fiends,’” our slow-on-the-uptake
hero, Ken realizes.
LSD-dominatrix Debra Morley’s “House of Eros is closed to special clients these
days. But Ken drew up a legal contract which will protect her secret formulas
for LSD adaptation for many years to come. Several legitimate industries have
shown great interest in her ideas of saturating garments with chemicals that
accentuate certain reactions. They may even have their place in our work to lead
the world in outer-space achievements.”
Acid-trippin’ sex-fiend astronauts on Mars! Houston, we have a problem.
As a note of interest to bibliophiles, speculative-fiction/fantasy author Louis
Charbonneau’s Psychedelic-40 — the story of an ominous cartel’s dictatorship of the
U.S. through addicting the population to a hallucinogenic drug with powerfully erotic
qualities — is the first novel, a paperback original, to use the Humphry Osmondcoined neologism “psychedelic” in its title.
During the 1950s, the CIA feared what would happen if the Soviets got hold
of LSD and polluted U.S. water supplies.59 In 1968, the FBI’s worst countercultureterrorism nightmare came true: the spiking of the nation’s water supply with LSD.
Fortunately, it only occurred in print in The Polluters by R[obert]. L. Seiffert. One
typically hungover morning, Chicagoan Stan discovers that that the entire city has
gone psychotic, chaos and destruction everywhere, otherwise sensible citizens reduced
to slobbering incoherence or depraved sex-crazed rut. Only a street wino and juicer
Stan remain unaffected. Seems a local group of Mao- and Che-inspired speed-freaks
have, in conspiracy with fellow travelers in every major U.S. city, commandeered urban
water plants and mixed huge quantities of acid into the water, which Stan and the wino
never, on principle, allow to cross their lips. It’s up to Stan and a roving band of flower
children — who, led astray by the speed-freaks, assisted in the acidification but now,
thanks to Stan, have seen the true light — to retake the plants with — flower-power
horrors! — violence. Having saved the day, Stan and the now straightened-out hippies
all kick back with bottles of high-end distilled spirits they’ve kyped from zombified
liquor store owners. Supposedly a comic satire, the book possesses all one expects from a
comic satire except the comedy and the satire; it’s all pretty much a condescending view
of the counterculture and misguided youth, 100 proof, the triumph of booze reflecting
the contemporary dueling-highs conflict, yet another in the generational divide.
Originally commissioned for the famed 1960s original erotica imprint Essex House,
it didn’t live up to the hopes of Brian Kirby, the imprint’s editor, who consigned it to
his lesser line, Brandon House Library Editions. Of the 42 Essex House titles released
before the imprint’s demise,60 many featured drug use, not the least of which was Stoned
by “Lady Jane” Gallion (1938–2003), an extremely well-respected speculative-fiction/
fantasy novelist.
Lana Preston [Paul Hugo Little] • Rubber Goddess •
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Corsair 205 • 1967 • Cover by Gene Bilbrew
PBO • Courtesy of Michael Horowitz
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Under Kirby’s close direction and editorial guidance, Marsha Alexander would
write what would become and remain one of the finest of the sex & drugs nonfiction
titles, The Sexual Paradise of LSD, a “sexumentary” in case-history format. Alexander,
who ran a head-shop on Fairfax Avenue in Los Angeles, was experienced in the subject
but was reluctant to have the book released under her real name. Impressed with her
writing talent and feeling that she should be recognized, Kirby insisted otherwise.
Marsha Alexander would write other well-done porn books for Brandon House before
embarking on a successful career as a romance novelist for Harlequin Books. Later a
respected literary agent, she ultimately left the field to pursue a new interest: becoming
a renowned designer of fashions for big and beautiful women and opening a thriving
retail shop for her work in the L.A. suburb Woodland Hills.
Considering that drug literature is commonly suffused with the erotic, it’s surprising
that in erotic literature the inclusion of drugs is a relatively recent phenomenon.
From the 17th century through the 1930s, there is a record of only one erotic novel
concerned with sex and drugs, Seduction By Chloroform.61 In the United States, drugs
play virtually no role in erotic literature until the appearance of Robert Sewall’s
pseudonymously written 1942 clandestine masterpiece, The Devil’s Advocate by Wood
C. Lamont.62 An erotic novel in the guise of a mystery story, it contains an extremely
evocative 30-page scene that takes place at an opium party/sex orgy. It was openly
published in its only uncut edition by paperback publisher Holloway House in 1969
under the title The Devil’s Brand.63
Charles Beadle’s Dark Refuge (1938) was issued in Paris by Jack Kahane’s
softbound imprint for the English-speaking tourist trade, Obelisk Press, which gained
notoriety as the publishing house that boldly issued Henry Miller’s early books,
including Tropic of Cancer. As fulsomely described in Obelisk’s catalogue, it is about
“The effect of hashish on the individual, its annihilation of all conventional taboos,
social and sexual. A symphony of lusts and hates, fears and loves. A memorable novel,”64
despite which few are aware of; it is quite rare. We begin to see drugs featured in
many books published by Kahane’s son, Maurice Girodias, through his Paris-based
erotica imprint Olympia Press, during the 1950s–early 1960s, most of which were
reprinted in the U.S. by pulp porn publishers post-1965. Many of Alexander Trocchi’s
pseudonymously65 written novels for Olympia contained drug use. A dedicated heroin
addict, Trocchi would later write Cain’s Book, his autobiographical novel recounting
his days and nights as a struggling writer in late-Fifties New York City while working
as a scow pilot on the docks and scoring junk; it was, naturally, reissued in a paperback
edition. With the emergence of the counterculture in the U.S during the early/mid1960s, the number of erotic paperback titles featuring drug use exploded.
Many drug-related paperbacks issued during the 1960s were erotic in nature,
“drug-porn” emerging as a new sub-genre of erotic literature. The Ludlow-Santo
Domingo (LSD) Library — more on which later — has over 600 drug porn titles
within its vast holdings; a dealer/collector of erotic literature on the East Coast reports
to have considerably more in his collection. Indeed, there appear to have been more
drug-porn paperbacks issued during the 1960s–early-1970s than in all drug literature
issued prior. Greenleaf, a major porn house during the era, at one time ranked number
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“I remember seeing vapor-like veils
passing over Paula’s body, altering it
with the oiled slickness of rain discoloring
the reflection of a rainbow. Her skin
was first very white like translucent
china, then she darkened until I had an
Oriental goddess in my arms. The vapors
thickened. My wife became an exotic
creature straight out of the Arabian
Nights. Paula was a jungle princess next,
with flesh that gleamed like a black jewel
against the white sheets.”
Marsha Alexander • The Sexual Paradise of Lsd
Brandon House BH1067 • 1967 • PBO
“‘We decided,’ the boy ran on, ‘that the
only thing to do to get this society back
to reality was to shock it into a sense of
awareness of the now…We’ve expanded
their minds...We got together with others
who knew the score...We got the chemistry
students...the engineering drop-outs...
We picked out the biggest centers of the
establishment in the country...We found a
way to get into the public waterworks in
each city...’
“He grinned at Stan. ‘Acid!’
“‘Acid?’ asked Stan.
“‘LSD, man, the greatest boon to
mankind!’”
R[obert]. L. Seiffert • The Polluters •
Brandon House
Library Editions 6006 • 1968 • PBO
From the author’s collection
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“Dope, Sex, and Cheap Thrills. What was the real world of Elaine Stuart? A
boring husband to whom she was stupidly faithful, two screaming kids, a
houseful of debts, and long nights of sexual frustration and loneliness…There
had to be a way out of this endless nightmare…and where to find it? Then —
FREAKOUT! The sweet pungency of pot filled her house night and day, and
Elaine found a sudden, new perspective on her old life…Kids be damned!
Husband go to hell! Elaine Stuart was free, alive and STONED.”
Jane Gallion • Stoned •
Essex House 128
Louis Charbonneau • Psychedelic-40 •
40
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1969
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Cover by Leonor Fini
Bantam, F-2929
•
1965
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PBO
PBO
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five in titles issued, just behind mainstream paperback house, Bantam,66 was releasing
upwards of 500 titles a year through its many imprints, and while no records were kept
on those drug-themed, a large number included drug use. As previously mentioned,
many if not most of the earliest drug-porn titles were written by those whose knowledge
of the drug experience was tenuous at best. That would change as counterculture writers
begin to express themselves in the genre.
Sharon Rudahl’s pseudonymously written Acid Temple Ball by Mary Sativa, issued
by Maurice Girodias when he transplanted Olympia Press to New York, was then
and remains now one of the finest drug-porn titles ever written, “a tour de force of
psychedelic erotica,”67 a year in the life of an art student whence she experiences sex
under the influence of approximately eight different drugs and drug blendings. (Kids,
don’t try this at home.) A cult classic, Rudahl wrote the book for that most prosaic
of reasons: she desperately needed the money. At the time a starving art student at
Cooper-Union College in New York City, she was working as a file clerk to support
herself but that barely paid the bills much less tuition. She had read a couple of
Girodias’ pulp erotica titles and, like many, experienced the eureka epiphany, “I can
do better than that!”68
Submitting a chapter and outline, she was called by Girodias almost immediately
afterward. “He loved the idea,” she recalls. She received a $3000 advance with royalties,
a cut of the foreign rights, and retained copyright, an extraordinary deal: at the time,
the overwhelming majority of pulp erotic writers earned three to three and a half times
less that amount, ceding all rights, outright, to the publishers. “I hacked it out in six
weeks, working nights, very disciplined. Maurice adored the book.” So much so that
he ordered a 100,000-copy initial print run,69 most unusual at a time when most pulpporn titles were issued in 35K–50K printings. Selling out, it went into a second edition.
She wrote it under the pseudomononym Sativa, but Girodias insisted upon adding
“Mary”to the name, rounding out the marijuana allusion. Girodias also gave the book
its title (he had a gift for titles, in his Olympia Press-Paris years often coming up with a
title and commissioning a book to match), an evocative summation of the psychedelic
sexual trip as experienced by the book’s heroine, whose East Village apartment in
Manhattan becomes, under the influence of LSD, a Hindu temple of sexual worship à
la Khajurahu and Konarak where “ a pageant of the Eastern Gods…unfold[s],” she and
her lover as Shakti and Shiva, their sexual union a profoundly spiritual, universal prayer,
“Ball” serving as a delightful double entendre for a lavish dance /copulation.
Though the book reads as a memoir, it is almost entirely fiction, the author and
heroine sharing only basics of age, art student status, emotional point of view, locations,
and enjoyment of acid, grass and hashish, the long menu of drugs the heroine enjoys
strictly fictional. “It was more like, ‘what drug will I write about tonight!’” Rudahl
admits. This is quite remarkable as Sharon writes of these other drugs — speed, heroin,
cocaine, DMT, opium, etc.—with extraordinary empathic understanding of their
psychotropic effects. As for the number of sexual encounters the heroine has, these were
almost entirely the product of Rudahl’s inner life. “They were imaginary guys, or guys I
knew and wanted to have sex with but didn’t.” She was married at the time of the book’s
writing, a precocious, barely–20-year-old. “Maurice insisted that the character’s age be
upped to 21,” for reasons that remain unclear but perhaps the idea of a ripe, underage
hippie girl gorging on sex and drugs was too legally provocative for Girodias to risk.
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First (only) published edition of the
complete clandestine manuscript of
The Devil’s Advocate.
“‘And how long have you been kicking
the gong [smoking opium] around?’”
[Robert Sewall] • The Devil’s Brand • Holloway
House HH-170 • 1969 • From the author’s collection
Mary Sativa [Sharon Rudahl] • Acid Temple
Ball • Olympia Press-NY Traveller’s Companion
TC2228 • 1969 • PBO • first edition
Charles Beadle • Dark Refuge • Paris: Obelisk
• 1938 • Courtesy of Michael Horowitz
Press
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Acid Temple Ball was translated into French, German, and Italian, the title of
the French edition, Une Saison dans Paradis, a play on Rimbaud’s classic that at the
time Rudahl preferred to the English title. Sharon recalls getting another $3000 for
the foreign rights. And though Girodias, in standard operating procedure, ultimately
screwed her out of contracted royalties for the second edition, the total $6000 she did
earn was a king’s ransom, most pulp-porn writers’ wet dream. Having written one of
the great psychedelic wet dreams, afterward Sharon Rudahl became a renowned artist/
writer of underground comix of strong socio-political content and wit. True to her
counterculture/anarchist roots, as of this writing she is working on a graphic biography
of Emma Goldman.
Marco Vassi [Ferdinand William Vasquez-d’Acugno, 1941–1989] was, by
common consent and mainstream critical acclaim (Norman Mailer, Saul Bellow and
Gore Vidal were fans), the finest writer of erotica of his generation. Vassi wrote nine
such novels, his first four written for Girodias in New York. A sighted Tiresias, Vassi
was a prophet who traveled the mystic highway at its intersection of the erotic and
psychotropic, “the Siddhartha of sex, the Buddha of the boudoir,”70 one whose literary
(and personal) immersion into sex and drugs was a means to a (hoped-for) illuminated
end, not an escape from reality but a fervent rush toward a heightened one.
As with most literature, the vast majority of drug-porn titles were average in quality,
and some were just plain lousy. Some were quite amusing — it would not be until the
early 1970s that humor would be banned from pornography as the readership declined
to strictly the jerk-off brigade, uninterested in serious or otherwise literary exploration.71
One of the more comical, if unintentionally so, drug-porn novels of the era was
— Gangway! — Here Come The Hippies by William Charles Spatari. The author clearly
distains the counterculture, pits booze against pot but provides literary documentation
to one of the most curious, if now largely forgotten, episodes in hippie lore: smoking
dried banana peels as a means to getting high.
“Bananadine? Urban legend? I smoked it once, at a Be-In in Central Park in
1967, the summer Donovan’s “Mellow Yellow” came out, and thought I got a
buzz. So did we all. The placebo effect at work,” drug historian and bibliographer
Michael Horowitz remembers. With the social/moral order — bent by the growing
popularity of marijuana use amongst the younger generation — seemingly in favor of
banning anything possessing redeeming euphoric value, the myth began at the street
level, literally a grassroots effort. “Politically, the idea was to make the point that the
government would have to ban bananas too!” Horowitz recalls.
One drug-porn novel presents a delightful surprise. William Kalinich’s The Bike
Freaks (Ophelia Press OHP-233, 1967), written under the pseudonym Art Derfall, is,
to all appearances, an homage to acclaimed photographer Danny Lyon, whose classic
photo-essay The Bikeriders (1968) is considered to be one of the seminal photography
books of the 20th century. As Lyon did in The Bikeriders, the protagonist in The Bike
Freaks, Danny Lyons [sic], joins a rowdy, party-hardy but essentially benign motorcycle
club comprised mostly of college grads and dropouts seeking a fuller, fun-filled life than
that which the straight world offers. What’s positively spooky about the book, however,
is that the connection with Danny Lyon and The Bikeriders was purely coincidental.
“‘Want a banana, Frank?’ Hippy asked, holding out a crude hand-rolled cigarette....
‘Brainstorm two!’ a girl said as she sucked on a banana butt and exhaled smoke.”
William Charles Spatari • Here Come the Hippies •
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Brandon House 1117
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1967
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Fitz Hugh Ludlow • The Hasheesh Eater • Level Press • 1975 • Cover art by David Singer and Sätty
First Complete Edition in paperback • a facsimile reprint of the 1857 first edition • From the author’s collection
Fitz Hugh Ludlow • The Hasheesh Eater •
City Lights
•
1979
•
Cover art by Aubrey Beardsley, one of the plates
used for the 1903 reprint of the book
Second Complete Edition in paperback, a facsimile reprint of the 1857 first edition.
The image by Beardsley was one of a handful used in the 1903 edition.
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“Not an homage at all,” Kalinich asserts. “The characters were just loosely based upon a
few friends of mine and all fiction; what we wished for, really — the free-love. But the
drug stuff, all true.”72
The drug confessional has become a popular staple of the post-Sixties marketplace73
yet these volumes, however important as cautionary tales, tell us much about what
we are already are aware of: drug use in the postmodern world. To discover the
world of the user in the American past, we need only look to contemporary accounts
reprinted in paperback.
The granddaddy of all American drug confessionals is Fitz Hugh Ludlow’s The
Hasheesh Eater (1857), published in facsimile in its first paperback edition in 1975 by
Level Press. This issue, published under the auspices of the Fitz Hugh Ludlow Memorial
Library, with a learned introduction, chronology, bibliography, and bio-critical data,
remains the best edition to date. Ludlow (1836–1870), at the time a 20-year-old
college student,74 was experimenting in the U.S. just a short time after the personal
investigations of Gautier, Baudelaire, Moreau, Dumas, Balzac, de Nerval, and others
in their Club des Hachichins in Paris. Writing pseudonymously as “A Pythagorean,”
he wrote the book as a therapeutic effort to quit the drug, which he had been ingesting
in massive doses — four grams at a time over an 18-month period — that produced
mystic, psychedelic highs rarely experienced at lower, smoked doses. His model for the
book was Thomas De Quincey’s Confessions of an English Opium Eater (1822) which
had had an enormous influence upon Romantic literature; indeed, Ludlow was then as
now considered the American De Quincey. He became a critically recognized writer,
and in the early 1860s was one of the first to bestow critical praise upon the work of
up-and-coming Mark Twain, who would write, “If Fitz Hugh Ludlow, author of The
Hasheesh Eater, comes your way, treat him well.”75
Born in 1894 and raised in Greenwich Village, Millard Fillmore Hopper spent
much of his youth playing checkers at the local recreation center while his friend from
around the block, Gene Tunney, learned boxing at the local gym. He was 15 when
he first tried heroin early in 1910. Hanging out with his friends, he was introduced
to the drug by an young man from the neighborhood, a local member of the sporting
class whose personal, worldly manner, and style of dress were fascinating to these
impressionable kids; he was “the King of the Greenwich Village addicts of my day.”
Soon addicted, Hopper began to lie and steal to get enough money to support his habit;
though legal, the price of heroin had been rising steadily since government regulations
had made it increasingly difficult to import. Arrested numerous times for theft, he
spent much of his late adolescence in reformatories, unable to kick the habit. This gives
lie to the popular notion that the Harrison Act of 1914, which strictly regulated the
prescribing of opiates but did not ban them,76 made criminals out of otherwise innocent
junkies; the middle-aged medically addicted population was by then dead or dying
out, leaving only the crimester-addicts and those in the “sporting life” of gamblers,
sportsmen, pimps, and prostitutes who used drugs for recreation.
In 1915, while a penniless hobo fighter with a prostitute wife and intimately aware
of “the demi-monde of pugs and madams, whores and hustlers, in which they knew
characters by the score,”77 future heavyweight champion Jack Dempsey would often
“From the time I was fifteen until I was twenty-eight I was a slave to heroin and
morphine. I also experimented with cocaine, marijuana and opium. I became a liar
and a thief, an inmate of a reformatory and several jails. I plumbed the depths of
degradation, going through cure after cure but invariably slipping back…”
Leroy Street (Millard Hopper) in collaboration with David Loth • I Was a Drug Addict • Pyramid 122
1954 • Cover by Julian Paul • Reprint
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sing a verse from a ditty popular amongst the sporting crowd to keep his spirits up
while riding the boxcars to his next fight:
If I was a millionaire and had a lot of coin,
I’d plant a row of coke and grow heroyn.
I’d have forty-thousand hop layouts,
Each one inlaid with pearl,
I’d invite each old-time fighter to bring along his girl.
Down at the fighter’s jubilee
We’ll build castles in the air
And all feel like millionaires
Down at the fighter’s jubilee.78
Later, describing the right to the jaw that dropped challenger Gene Tunney into
the arms of Morpheus during the infamous “Long Count” heavyweight-title fight
of 1927, Dempsey noted, “I had plenty of hop on it,”79 “hop” sporting life slang for
opium, originating circa 1905–1910, that may have been taken from a fusion of the
word’s original meanings — a journey, especially an airplane flight; a fanciful story;
excitement; a state of confusion — that refers to an opium-smoking “pipe dream.”80
Dempsey’s punch was loaded with metaphorical dope, his goal to put Tunney on
Dreamstreet, Palookaville’s avenue for the out-of-this-world.
But before that fight, in the post-WWI years while Tunney and Dempsey
were on their ascent to boxing greatness, Millard Hopper continued his heroin use,
remaining a stone junkie until 1923, when he was twenty-eight and fed up and rock
bottom with the heroin life. Under the pseudonym “Leroy Street” — taken from the
narrow thoroughfare he grew up on in Greenwich Village — he provides us with the
best glimpse of immediate pre- and post-Harrison Act drug addiction with his 1953
memoir, I Was A Drug Addict reprinted in paperback in 1954. After his cure — and
far beyond the book’s end — Millard Hopper became the greatest American checkerplayer of the 20th century, winning the U.S. championship at the New York World’s
Fair of 1939 and writing a series of checkers How-To volumes during the 1940s81 that
remain the best instructionals on the subject, two of which were reprinted in the 1970s.
Curiously, on May 24, 1953, in the same year I Was A Drug Addict was published,
he appeared on Ed Sullivan’s early television show Toast of The Town as the King of
Checkers, the viewing audience (and Ed Sullivan, to be sure) completely unaware of his
secret, checkered past. An advertising executive, he died in 1976.
Though British and only semi-autobiographical, occultist Aleister Crowley’s 1922 novel
Diary of A Drug Fiend presents us with love, heroin and cocaine amongst the English
post-WWI Lost Generation smart set and the consequences when jaded escapists and
drugs meet. The book was released in its first American paperback edition by Samuel
Weiser in 1970, a facsimile of the London first edition. There is, alas, no literary work
reflecting similar players and circumstances in the contemporary United States.
Milton “Mezz” Mezzrow (né Mesirow), was a jazz clarinetist of some renown; for a
brief period, he managed Louis Armstrong. But his real claim to fame was as a popular
“‘I’ve forgotten what love means, except for a faint sense of nausea when it comes
under my notice. I hardly eat at all — it’s only brutes that want to wallow in action
that need three meals a day. I hardly ever talk — words seem such a waste, and they
are none of them true…Human life or the heroin life? I’ve tried them both, and I
don’t regret having chosen as I did…Before I started heroin, year followed year, and
nothing worthwhile happened. It was like a child scribbling in a ledger. Now that I’ve
gotten into the heroin life, a minute or an hour — I don’t know which and I don’t care
— contains more real life than any five years’ period in my unregenerate days…You
animals have to die, and you know it. But I am very far from sure that I shall ever
die, and I’m as indifferent to the idea as I am to any other of your monkey ideas.’”
Aleister Crowley • Diary of a Drug Fiend •
Samuel Weiser • 1970 • First American Paperback edition
a reprint of the London 1922 1st edition • From the author’s collection
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“To us a muggle wasn’t any more dangerous or habit-forming than those other great
American vices, the five-cent Coke and the ice-cream cone, only it gave you more
kicks for your money.
“Us vipers began to know that we had a gang of things in common: we ate like
starved cannibals who finally latch on to a missionary, and we laughed a whole lot
and lazed around in an easygoing way, and we all decided that the muta had some
aphrodisiac qualities too…All the puffed-up strutting little people we saw around,
jogging their self-important way along so chesty and chumpy, plotting and scheming
and getting more wrinkled and jumpy all the time, made us howl…We were on
another plane in another sphere compared to the musicians who were bottle-babies,
always hitting the jug and then coming up brawling after they got loaded. We liked
things to be easy and relaxed, mellow and mild, not loud or loutish, and the scowling
chin-out tension of the lushhounds with their false courage didn’t appeal to us.”
Mezz Mezzrow [Mezz Milton] and Bernard Wolfe • Really the Blues • Dell D118 •
• Reprint, New Revised Edition, First Paperback Edition
1953
Cover by Walter Brooks
“…it’s difficult to define
the feeling. The best way
I can state it is to say that
it’s like having warm milk
flowing through your veins,
instead of blood — and
cold blood. But, really, it
changes things so little and
yet so much, you know, it’s
such a delicate thing to pin
down.
“After you make it, first
there’s a flash. That’s the
sudden onrush of the horse
feeling. It starts usually the
third time you jag it off.
There’s a term in the jargon
that Bob always used a
lot and this is the best, the
only word I can think of to
describe a flash, and that’s
‘getting a buzz.’ I never
use that with pot. I always
use it referring to horse
because that’s exactly what
it is, you know, that first
flash. Flash!…It’s a feeling
as though, all of a sudden,
something good and easy
and fine has happened.”
Janet Clark (1924–1958),
as told to Howard Becker
Edited by Helen McGill
The Fantastic Lodge
Monarch 459 • 1964 • Reprint
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marijuana dealer to his friends in the jazz world. He idolized black culture, absorbed
it, assimilated it, lived it: the Eminem of his time. For awhile “mezz” and “the mighty
mezz” became hip slang for grass. His memoir, Really The Blues (1946, reprinted in
paperback 1953), is our best view of the marijuana underground of the ‘20s–‘40s. And,
significantly, the book, with its revelation of subterranean hip culture and concomitant
drug use, was a major influence on the Beats and their acolytes.
If Charlie Parker had lived long enough and had been able to kick his habit,
perhaps he would have written a memoir of junkiedom in the late ‘40s–50s. Tragically,
he died before redemption came to him in his erratic personal life; his incalculable
contribution to jazz and American music in general will stand, however, in its stead. To
learn about the heroin scene during that period, however, we have the extraordinary The
Fantastic Lodge: The Autobiography of A Girl Drug Addict by the pseudonymous Janet
Clark (1924–1958). A too-hip-for-the-room white chick who devoured Mezzrow’s
Really The Blues, married a black musician, got thoroughly into the bebop scene and
more thoroughly into heroin, she provides the keenest sense of the heroin subculture of
the late 1940s through the Fifties. In these edited transcriptions of her talk therapy with
hipster sociologist Howard Becker while in search of a cure for her addiction, hers is a
voice clear, definite and truthful, rich in the slang and jargon of the hip underground
and dope universe. She died of a barbiturate overdose in an attempt to alleviate
withdrawal sickness.
Enough has been written about Burroughs’ Junkie; nothing more need be added
here beyond the fact that it tells us more about heroin use during the wartime and
immediate postwar 1940s than any other volume; millions have read it since its
original publication.
Diane Di Prima’s original paperback Memoirs of a Beatnik is still the best book to
capture the spirit and hopes of the Beats, initially a rather small group based in New
York City and San Francisco experimenting with alternatives in the arts, morality and
consciousness that greatly influenced a new generation of young, white middle-class
Americans dissatisfied with and disaffected by the postwar status quo. Psychotropic drug
use as an innate, individual freedom, one that might possibly facilitate mystic experience
and open the mind to new perspectives in the creation of art, lay at the heart of the
Beats’ philosophical thesis, and no one has surpassed DiPrima in setting it forth.
Barbara Quinn’s Cookie, reprinted in paperback as Junkie, is the sine qua non
record of girl-gang juvenile delinquency, addiction, subsequent prostitution and
thievery in the mid-Fifties through the Sixties that we have. She threw herself into
addiction with unabashed joy; despair shortly followed. A brave woman, a brave book,
she became one of the founders of Phoenix House, one of the more successful drugrehab programs in the U.S.
We have few literary records of the plight of the medically morphine-addicted in
the 20th century. Thirties boxing champion Barney Ross, who became dependent upon
morphine while being treated for serious wounds incurred during heroic action in the
battle for Guadalcanal in WWII, wrote a fine memoir in 1957 of his addiction, No Man
Stands Alone, but it is exceedingly scarce in its hardcover edition and was, to the best of
my investigation, never issued in a paperback reprint. Radio and television sportscaster
Bill Stern’s 1959 A Taste of Ashes, issued in paperback in 1961,82 relating the reporter’s
opiate addiction subsequent to a car crash and resulting chronic pain, is good but our
“‘Harry,’ I said, ‘I feel really weird.’ I
described my symptoms. ‘Is it a habit?
Does it mean I have a habit?’
“Harriet took it philosophically. ‘Yeah,
baby. You got a habit. Ain’t that what
you wanted?’
“I was thrilled. A real habit. An honestto-goodness, high flying, down-to-earth,
real McCoy habit. Wow, man! I was a
junkie. Jay-you-en-kay-eye-ee junkie.
Junkie was something special, something
big and important and heroic. Real wild.
A name that meant something powerful
and gutsy like Annie Oakley or Wild Bill
Hickok. I was excited…”
Barbara Quinn • Junkie
• 1971 • Reprint
Belmont Tower B5085
Diane Di Prima • Memoirs of a Beatnik
• Traveler’s Companion 451
1969 • PBO
Olympia Press-NY
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“The opium has gradually stripped
me of my virility, has delivered
me from that sexual obsession
which is such a weight for proud
spirits and those truly eager for
liberty. At first, fool that I was, I
was afflicted; and I rebelled, like
a slave whose chains are broken,
and who basely regret his master’s
bread and roof. I blasphemed the
opium’s wise law, calling it absurd
and unjust. I could not understand
how reasonable it was for desire
to cease to inhabit my man’s flesh
at the same time that it passed
over into the feminine flesh of
my comrade. Stupidly, comically,
I wanted to go back upstream; I
declined to abdicate my lover’s role
— until that wiser day when opium
unsealed my eyes — unsealed her
eyes — until the day when our
bodies became divorced in order
to permit our souls to share a more
amorous marriage — in opium…
“…More, more opium. I wish,
today, to go all the way to
that frontier which separates
drunkenness from death.” “‘You’re still in time,’ said Kalantan to him. ‘I
know the workings of that dreadful and deadly
powder. You have not yet reached the stage of
frightful depressions, the period of brooding and
destructive melancholy. You still can smile though
your blood be filled with venom. You are in the
first stages yet…’
“‘Kalantan, you who said that I am still in the
merry stage of my poisoning. You think I can
still laugh. But it’s long since I stopped laughing,
Kalantan. I am sad most of the time…Cocaine
does not only weaken the lungs and disturb your
heart, as all hygienists seem to believe. Its real
damage is mainly a psychical one. There is no
escape from it. Cocaine literally uncouples and
splits your individuality in twain; it accomplishes
the almost electrolytic destruction of one’s own
conscience…Through cocaine, the splitting of
individuality occurs like an explosion of longrepressed aversions; the two individualities within
myself criticize each other and wage a continual
warfare which is bound to create, within myself,
hatred against myself.’”
Claude Farrère [Edouard Bargone] • Black Opium •
Berkeley G120
•
1958
•
Cover by Robert Maguire
•
Reprint
Pitigrilli [Dino Segré] • Cocaine • And/Or Press — Ludlow Hip Pocket 7404 • 1974 • Cover and illustrations by
Jim Osborne • First (only) Edition in paperback, a facsimile reprint of the 1933 first edition in English
From the author’s collection
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best view of iatrogenic junkiedom in the mid-20th century rests with Mine Enemy
Grows Older (Signet D-1753, 1960), the memoir of Alexander King.
King (1900–1965) is perhaps best remembered as the colorful raconteur often
a guest on Jack Paar’s Tonight Show in the early Sixties. A highly respected magazine
editor (assistant to Frank Crowninshield at Vanity Fair; editor of Americana; Life;
and Stage) and playwright-collaborator (with Clare Booth Luce and Chester Erskin),
in 1945 he became addicted to morphine while being treated for a liver ailment. In
1951, he was arrested on drug charges and sent to Lexington Hospital, the Federal
government’s rehab facility in Kentucky. In 1954, after relapsing, he was arrested
for violation of parole and returned to Lexington for further treatment before finally
kicking for good. His early claim to professional fame was as one of the nation’s finest
book illustrators during the mid-Twenties through mid-Thirties. His illustrated editions
of O’Neill’s The Emperor Jones, Anna Christie and The Hairy Ape; Smollett’s Peregrine
Pickle; Swift’s Gulliver; Bulliet’s Venus Castina; DeFoe’s Moll Flanders, Fielding’s Tom
Jones, and others, remain highly collectable. But none more so, perhaps, than American
literateur Samuel Putnam’s English translation of Claude Farrère’s [Charles Bargone,
1876–1957] Black Opium (1929) featuring striking, exotic and evocative illustrations
by King. Originally published in Paris by Paul Ollendorff circa 1900,83 this collection
of 17 short stories in six sections is, as Michael Horowitz would write, “a tour de force
of 20th-century drug literature. In narrative art and range the stories bear comparison
with James Joyce’s early Dubliners, published seven years earlier, but their tortured yet
graceful exoticism harks back to the prose of the Late Romantics and Decadents.”84 The
book would be issued in its first paperback edition without King’s sensual illustrations
in 1958 yet possess a cover by Robert Maguire that remains one of the most stunning
opium-dream images ever conceived, a masterwork of drug eroticism that would
inspire Oriental opium-den fantasies in many who were exposed to the book at an
impressionable age or otherwise, this author included. I glommed onto it, saucer-eyed,
before old man Sol chased me out of his corner luncheonette. I would return to steal
peeks at the book for weeks afterward before its time on the paperback rack expired.85 I
was seven years old.86
In 1974, Black Opium would be reissued complete with King’s illustrations
in a trade paperback format facsimile reprint of the first edition by And/Or Press,
a publishing house founded by Sebastian Orfali in San Francisco.87 And/Or’s first
book would be Laughing Gas, a trade paperback issued in 1973 co-edited by David
Wallechinsky, son of novelist Irving Wallace, and to date the best (and certainly most
amusing) volume on the innocuous if used safely, deadly if not, anesthetic inebriant,
nitrous oxide.88 In the same year, And/Or Press would issue the first edition in
paperback of the greatest novel of drug-soaked decadent society yet written, Cocaine.
Penned by Italian journalist Dino Segrè under the pseudomononym Pitigrilli just a year
before Crowley’s Diary of a Drug Fiend, it provides, as William Dailey would write in
his Introduction to this edition, “a vivid picture of the cocaine-crazed demimonde of
the Parisian 1920s,” an understatement in the extreme. This is not a fun-with-coke saga.
As seductive as the drug itself, the story grips the reader and pulls us into the downward
spiral of the protagonist, whose obsession with the drug draws him into the inevitable
pit that awaits virtually all who stay at the “white orgy” too long.
The And/Or editions of Cocaine and Black Opium were co-ventures with the Fitz
Michael Shedlin & David Wallechinsky with Saunie Salyer • Laughing Gas (Nitrous Oxide)
And/Or Press • 1973 • Cover by R. Crumb. Illustrations by Larry Todd and “Sig.” • PBO
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Hugh Ludlow Memorial Library,89 which was established in the early 1970s by rare
book dealers Michael Horowitz of San Francisco and William Dailey of Los Angeles,90
along with Michael Aldrich and Robert Barker, to fill what at the time was a massive
void: the need of scholars for a research collection of the literature of drugs at a time
when it was needed most; there was near complete ignorance of the rich history of
psychotropic drug use in this country dating back to the mid-19th century at a time
when drug use had become more widespread than ever and alarms rang loud. This body
of literature had never been collected by anyone, anywhere and the volumes had been
forgotten, scattered, and become scarce.
In the late 1960s, when cocaine — then rare and expensive; the caviar of
drugs — began to emerge from the shadows and little was known about it, it was
commonly considered to be an innocuous drug with few, if any, consequences to its
use. With the establishment of the Ludlow Library, social scientists, now equipped
with contrary evidence, knew better. To its shame, the medical community
dismissed the late 19th-century medical literature buried in old medical journals
and the personal stories that told the truth, dismissing them as unscientific and
anecdotal: why take seriously, for instance, Eight Years In Cocaine Hell (1902),91 the
memoir of Midwestern society matron Annie Meyers (1851–19??), who fell from
lofty, financially comfortable, well-fed status to that of an emaciated hag reduced to
performing a pathetic jig (which she called her “cocaine dance”) on street corners to
solicit coke-change from passersby after becoming a self-described “cocaine fiend,”
the result of escalating self-medication for a severe cold with Birney’s Catarrh
Remedy, a popular 19th-century nostrum loaded with coke.
When the population of addicts at the turn of the 20th century eventually died
out and within two generations had been forgotten, “our lack of public memory for
the earlier waves of opiates and cocaine… unintentionally created an experiment with
nature,” drug policy historian David Musto observed.92 That experiment with nature
began with these paperbacks, which introduced the post-WWII American general
public, after 50 years innocent and ignorant of the subject, to drugs and drug use on a
mass scale. As the primary medium for exposure, their influence upon American culture
cannot be underestimated. Now, drug paperbacks constitute America’s public memory
bank of the American drug experience as viewed through the lens of 20th-century
popular culture: the mind-altering substance of words and images on mind-altering
substances, available for the first time in limitless, mass-produced quantities. What a
threat it was. What a challenge. What a widespread menace. ■
“Marijuana turns weak King Turner into a deadly weapon, a conscienceless killer
with no more human feeling than a hooded cobra or a mad dog. Turner is the
novice taken along to a ‘ranch’ to blaze weed; his reactions to the drug were
intended to provide comedy for his veteran-smoker companions. Then Turner
gets his hands on a knife — and a gun!”
William Irish [Cornell Hopley Woolrich] • Marihuana •
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1. Gathings, Ezekiel C. House Select
Committee on Current Pornographic
Materials, Investigation of Literature
Allegedly Containing Objectionable
Material, 82d Congress, 2d Session,
1953, House Report 2510, p. 2.
2. Ibid. p. 3.
3. See: Stark, Michael, Cocaine Fiends
and Reefer Madness: An Illustrated History of Drugs in the Movies (1982).
4. Though not rigorously enforced
until 1934.
5. Jonnes, Jill. Hep-Cats, Narcs, and
Pipe Dreams, Baltimore: Johns Hopkins
University Press, 1999 (1st edition,
1996, Scribner’s), p. 117.
23. Op cit. Fortune, p. 144.
24. “Sales Trends In Paperback Publishing,” Publishers Weekly, Jan. 18.
1965, p. 77.
25. Crosland, Margaret and Sinclair
Road. Translator’s Introduction to Jean
Cocteau’s Opium: The Diary of a Cure.
New York: Grove Press/Evergreen Editions E771, 1958, p. 11.
26. Ibid.
27. Gerrity, John. “The Truth About The
‘Drug Menace.’” Harper’s, February
1952, p. 27.
28. Ibid., p. 28.
29. Ibid., p. 28.
6. Gertz. Stephen J. (contrib.) Sin-ARama: Sleaze Sex Paperbacks of the
Sixties, Feral House, 2005, p. 27.
30. Ibid., p. 28.
7. Op cit. Gathings, p. 14.
32. Ibid., p. 29.
8. The definitive dictionary, through its
year of publication, of dope jargon
remains M.D./author/lexicographer
J.E. Schmidt’s Narcotics Lingo and Lore
(Springfield: Charles C. Thomas, 1959)
containing 2,333 entries.
33. To be fair, Pacific Press also issued
many health titles.
9. Op cit. Gathings, p. 16.
31. Ibid., p. 29.
34. Musto, David F. The American Disease: Origins of Narcotic Control, 3rd
edition, New York, 1999, p. 246.
35. Ibid., p. 246.
10. “No Witch Hunt,” Newsweek, July
7, 1952, p. 80.
36. Meltzoff’s wife was his favorite
model; her face can be seen on many
of his cover illustrations.
11. “The Boom In Paperback Books,”
Fortune, September 1953, p. 124.
37. New York Times Book Review, June
1, 1958.
12. Hutchinson, E.R. Tropic of Cancer on
Trial. New York: Grove Press, 1968,
p. 78.
38. Op cit. Fortune, p. 124.
13. “Trends In Paper Books Raise Many
Questions,” Publishers Weekly, Feb. 21,
1953, p. 981.
14. Rorty, James. “The Harassed Pocket-Book Publishers,” Antioch Review,
XV, Dec. 1955, p. 427.
15. Larrabee, Eric. “Pornography Is Not
Enough,” Harper’s, CCXXI, November
1960, pp. 88-89.
16. Lockhart, William B., and Robert
C. McClure. “Literature, The Law of
Obscenity, and the Constitution,” Minnesota Law Review, XXXVIII, March
1954, p. 302.
17. Op cit. Jonnes, p. 212.
18. Cooney, Thomas E. “The Booming
Bust of The Paperbacks,” Saturday
Review, Nov. 6, 1954, p. 16.
19. Ginsberg’s classic poem Howl is
dedicated to Solomon.
20. Ginsberg, Allen. “’Junky’ Restored,”
New York Times, Feb. 6, 1977.
21. Ginsberg, ibid.
22. Op cit. Gathings, p. 98.
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39. “Hard Times for Soft Covers,”
Harper’s, February 1955, p. 82.
40. Op cit. Cooney, p. 15.
41. Schreuders, Piet. Paperbacks U.S.A.:
A Graphic History 1939-1959, San Diego, 1981, pp. 197-227. This volume
contains the most complete survey of
paperback cover artists.
50. Op cit. Musto, p. 228.
51. From the Introduction.
52. The etymology of the word is somewhat obscure. According to Schmidt
(Narcotics Lingo and Lore, 1959), “the
term ‘dope’ is probably derived from
the Dutch ‘doopen,’ to dip or baptize,”
and refers to the practice of dipping
a long needle into a small canister
containing refined opium to gather a
small measure of the drug for smoking in the pipe. In reference to the
molasses-like density of opium refined
for smoking purposes, Luc Sante (Low
Life, 1991) writes that “the goo itself
was called ‘dope,’ a term that, according to the boulevardier James L. Ford,
derived from daub, the axle grease
applied to the prairie schooners, which
resembled cooked opium in color and
texture.” In his footnote to that observation, Sante further writes that “In
the nineteenth century ‘dope’ tended
to mean any heavy, viscous solution,
and in this connection may have derived from the Dutch ‘doop,’ meaning
sauce.” The word’s origin is then clear
by the street corruption of the Dutch
root: cooked opium = a thick dipping
sauce = dope.
53. Only four copies are known to
exist: in the Library of Congress, two
in the Ludlow-Santo Domingo Library,
and in a private collection. Those in
the Ludlow-Santo Domingo Library
have the cover illustration onlaid to
cloth boards.
54. I am thankful to William Dailey for
allowing me use his inventory catalogue
description of this book.
56. As I have estimated in my unpublished manuscript, An Amazing Kingdom of Thrills: American Pulp Erotica
1966-1973 (2000), based upon the
Laven study commissioned by The
President’s Commission on Obscenity
and Pornography (1971) and extensive
interviews with industry insiders.
47. “Design In Paperbacks: A Report
From NAL,” Publishers Weekly, April
8, 1963, p. 77.
80. Wentworth and Flexner. A Dictionary of American Slang.
60. Kirby had contracts for 85 Essex
House books, only a handful of the
remaining volumes issued after his
departure as Brandon House Library
Editions and Brandon Books. Prior to his
exit, he had been in negotiations with
The Doors’ lead singer and lyricist, Jim
Morrison, for the rocker’s first book, an
erotic novel which would have undoubtedly been freely laced with drug use.
With Kirby’s exit, the project died.
66. According to Greenleaf Vice
President and Editorial Director, Earl
Kemp.
81. See Time magazine January 29,
1940 book review, How To Play Winning Checkers.
67. Palmer, Cynthia and Michael
Horowitz, Shaman Woman, Mainline
Lady: Women’s Writings On The Drug
Experience. New York: Morrow, 1982,
p. 240. This book remains the key volume on the subject and a cornerstone
reference to drug literature.
82. Hillman Publications #194.
61. Seduction By Chloroform, Ashby III,
p. xxxiii, note. Though Ashby provides
no date or identifying information
whatsoever, it was likely published in
London circa 1846 in the wake of a
series of scandalous trials concerning
M.D.s and dentists who were accused
of raping patients under the influence of the newly introduced drug.
No copies are extant. There exists an
earlier title, 1739’s The Surprize: or
The Gentleman Turned Apothecary [The
Private Case #1849] that suggests a
pharmaceutical-erotic theme, but is,
rather, the story of a high-born lady’s
receipt of a clyster-in-der-keister by
a secret admirer who surreptitiously
substitutes himself for his lady’s usual
enema-tech, her personal maid. Though
Sade’s Juliette used opium, it was only
to ease the rigors of travel by coach,
not for sexual purposes.
68. Interview with the author,
12/01/05.
59. Declassified CIA memo, September
4, 1952. Posted on levity.com/aciddreams/docs/ego.html.
43. “Lurid Paper Reprint Covers Cuts
Down On Army Buying,” Publishers
Weekly, December 22, 1951, p.
2315.
46. “How To Get On Newsstands,” Publishers Weekly, July 24, 1961, p. 50.
65. “Frances Lengel,” “Carmencita de
las Lunas.”
49. Kimmens, Andrew C. (ed.), Tales of
Hashish, New York, 1977, p. 25.
55. Publishers Weekly, January 30,
1967, p. 35.
45. Ernest Lionel McKeag (1896-1974)
was an exceedingly prolific British
pulp novelist who wrote under many
pseudonyms. In addition to his nom de
pulp Roland Vane, he wrote as Griff,
a pseudonym he established but that
soon became a house pseudonym for
his publisher.
79. Pacheco, Ferdie. The 12 Greatest
Rounds of Boxing: The Untold Stories.
Toronto: Sports Media Publishing, p.
27.
58. “Gottlieb Ran LSD Mind Control
Testing,” Los Angeles Times obituary,
April 4, 1999.
42. New York Times Book Review, June
1, 1958, p.8.
44. Ibid.
64. From Obelisk’s 1938 catalogue,
the list reprinted in its entirety within
Donald Thomas’ A Long Time Burning,
New York, 1969, pp. 523-524.
48. Kemp, Earl (contr.), Sin-A-Rama:
Sleaze Sex Paperbacks of the Sixties,
pp. 45-46 (Feral House, 2005).
57. Contemporary Authors Online,
Gale’s, 2003. Crossen (1910-1981),
an editor and writer for pulp magazine
Detective Fiction Weekly also wrote under the pseudonyms Christopher Monig
and Bennett Barlay. He actually was
an insurance investigator and during
the Depression worked for the WPA
Writers Project.
62. “Wood C. Lamont” was Sewell’s
pointed barb aimed at American literateur, poet, and author of the still-inprint The Rhyming Dictionary, Clement
Wood, who penned many anonymously
written works of clandestine erotica
from the 1920s-1940s. Another edition of Sewell’s manuscript appeared
under the pseudonym “Bob DeMexico,”
a lighthearted jab to his friend, Robert
Bragg, who used the pseudonym when
writing clandestine erotica during the
late 1930s-early 1940s on commission
for Oklahoma oil millionaire Roy M.
Johnson; one of many writers, including Henry Miller, Anaïs Nin, Caresse
Crosby, Jack Hanley, Bernard Wolfe,
Paul Hugo Little, and Robert DeNiro
Sr., who did so to earn much-needed
money. Bragg is not to be confused
with the pseudonymous N.R. De Mexico,
author of Marijuana Girl.
63. Erotica scholar G. Legman edited a
version entitled The Sign of the Scorpion
that cut all the sado-masochistic and
drug material out. It was issued by
Grove Press during the 1960s.
69. Interview with the author,
1/08/06.
70. From my catalogue note to The
Stoned Apocalypse, Vassi’s autobiography. Thanks to Wm. Dailey for
permission to quote.
71. Op cit. Gertz, p. 35.
72. Phone interview with the author,
11/07/05.
73. Linda Yablonsky’s semi-autobiographical novel The Story of Junk
(1997) with its insider’s view of heroin
and the New York art scene of the
early ‘80s; Anne Marlowe’s startling
memoir of her obsession with heroin
How To Stop Time: Heroin From A
to Z (1999); Jerry Stahl’s tragicomic
Permanent Midnight (1995); Julia
Phillips’ chronicle of her love affair
with cocaine You’ll Never Eat Lunch In
This Town Again; and Jim Carroll’s The
Basketball Diaries (1978) immediately
come to mind.
74. Biographical material from the
Introduction by Michael Horowitz to
this edition.
75. Letter from Samuel L. Clemens to
his mother, January 1864, as cited in
the Appendix to the Level Press edition,
and in Duchinos, Pioneer of Inner Space:
The Life of Fitz Hugh Ludlow (1998).
76. That would come very soon with
Supreme Court decisions interpreting
the Harrison Act that rendered narcotics
de facto, if not actually, illegal.
77. Kahn, Roger. A Flame of Pure Fire:
Jack Dempsey and the Roaring ‘20s.
New York: Harcourt Brace, p. 124.
78. Ibid. p. 14-15. The best memoir
of drugs and the hobo life remains
Jack Black’s You Can’t Win (1926), a
book that influenced Wm. S. Burroughs
and subsequently the rest of the Beat
Generation. It was not released in a
paperback edition until Amok Press
in 1988.
83. The bibliographical history of this
book is quite convoluted. Though the
first edition is generally accepted as
1904, a search of the OCLC and KVK
reveals a 1902 issue from Ollendorff
noted 31st edition, located at Ohio
State University (PQ2611.A78 F8
1902). The volume was, however, issued by other publishers in multiple
printings 1904-1910, including E. Flammarion and Société d’éditions littéraires
et artistiques, and the true first edition
remains something of a mystery. Suffice
it to say, it was a very popular novel
in France.
84. Introduction to the And/Or Press
edition of 1974.
85. The average shelf-life for a paperback was 30 days.
86. My next step on the road to hell
was paved by listening to Stravinsky’s
Le Sacre du Printemps at age 12.
87. And/Or would enter bankruptcy in
the late ‘70s-early ‘80s but ultimately
reorganize as Ronin Press, currently
active and reissuing many of Timothy
Leary’s books, amongst other new
alternative titles.
88. In the 1970s, And/Or would distribute a reprint series of How-To instructionals from the late ‘60s on marijuana
cultivation by Mary Jane Superweed,
and LSD home-synthesis pamphlets by
Adam Gottlieb — both the pseudonyms
of one man, specifically John Mann,
who, after his forays into psychotropic
agronomy and chemistry, would write
under his own name respected volumes
on life extension.
89. Now the Ludlow-Santo Domingo
(LSD) Library and located in Geneva,
Switzerland.
90. In 1979, Dailey would issue the
first rare book catalogue in the world
exclusively devoted to the literature
of drugs: Phantastica. Named after Lewin’s classic volume classifying
psychoactive substances, it remains a
key reference on the subject and has
become a rare collector’s item.
91. The first drug confession written by
a woman; alas, an exceedingly scarce
volume as yet, and unfortunately, never
released in a paperback edition.
92. Op cit. Musto, p. ix.
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